what they said, They all left me for dead And when I'm done God can have his way God can have his way God can have his way For now... You, And when
The figures rising they seem too harmless They seam too instant they sound too faithful I've cracked them open but they're empty inside They sound like vultures approaching their dead They
' punch Not poutin', spoutin' rhymes from out the snout and countin' the hours, I believe that we're leavin' on a journey Cos my soul burns me, that goes